I feel so alone, I feel so cold........ my inability leads to restrictions, It would feel like I'm fighting creating frictions, tears would go down my face and dilute all my visions, I was in a position, to cease existing Feeling constant pain, it was the reason for me to be insane , my brain was getting trained to aim the knife right at my veins. A suicide note on the wall, with blood pouring like rain, I remained the same until my emotions they changed Thank god I never did, thank god I never cut, Could have left myself with scars, could have lost all my blood. Why did I feel sadness, why did I feel pain, why did I wake up with tears pouring out like rain. People can doubt me, and people can out me, but what would their life even be without me. Without someone to hate on there's no meaning in their words, I don't mind what they're saying. They're voice is never heard Slow it down time for reflection, why was I feeling such incredible depression, was it love I wanted, was it just appreciation, creation of frustration, made me feel some kinda inflation, but sometimes it feels like I just created negativity, made myself feel lonely despite all the friends in my nation. But I know now that my mind was just deceptive, it was playing tricks, I was no worse off than the next kid So I started getting older, I started getting bolder, I was a smart kid anybody coulda told ya, well I'm not old yet, my life's just beginning. I'm beating all the tracks, every line that I'm spitting I didn't have inspiration, but you know I do now, aiming for the day I, make this a career somehow. Meaning in my lyrics going slow or going fast, making people think, while I put the speakers on blast, when I'm Cracking backs, and packing stacks Smacking hacks, I'm doin all that With a backwards cap I'm spitting back Turn it right around and ill give you a smack. That's for the times, if you ever doubt me Knocking men down, hunting for a bounty A reward to collect, for respect in my sect. Rapping out battles tell me who’s next. Maybe this could be my career one day, whether writing or I'm spitting man ill take it either way. Mainstream or not, ill keep doing what I do, because in the end no one backs you up but you. So ill keep on rhyming and keeping my rhymes rough, because I know who I am and I know I'm strong enough